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A family to call my own
My Polish family reunion was nothing like I thought it would be. It as so much more. Thirty members of the family I didn't know I had,...
Halina St James
May 19, 20242 min read
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The scars are old, but still raw
For over 70 years, Krystina and I lived on separate continents. Yet the minute we met, we knew each other. Not only did we hug and kiss,...
Halina St James
May 16, 20242 min read
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A day of joy, tinged with pain
Another day in Warsaw, a meeting with new relatives and, most importantly, new clues about what happened in Northern Ontario when I was...
Halina St James
May 15, 20243 min read
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